There's got to be something better you could be doing while you wait.
You'd think.
...sex?
{epic sardonicism} You're invisible, male, and not human. I don't think "they" would understand.
Intellectual debate?
Not in the mood.
Dancing?
You really don't get the concept of "in public," do you?
It's not his concern.
I don't have many.
Very true.
Intellectual discovery?
As in... Wikipedia?
{nods}
But I should be doing work. Not random learning.
Work is ugly.
You clearly have too much influence on me at the moment.
Musical composition? Or poetic.
I just wrote poetry a few days ago. Wouldn't want to challenge the muses too much.
I think that thing you're waiting for is done.
Is it? Damn, damn, damn, it is! Damn it.
You should learn to relax.
...sex?
NO NO
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Carpe Diem Ad Muertum
Sieze the day, to the death. There is no potential that shall be passed by, there is no piece of glory to fall by the wayside, there is no soul to left unsaved by the brilliance of language. As writers, we are gods.
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